"Voldemort."

The woman's eyes lit up but fell again. Rose notice this flinch. This must be the former Durmstrang headmaster. She is doing the same thing as Rose, but probably not for as long. He perhaps didn't fuck up the polyjuice brew. Rose stares at the woman who begin to stay in character to keep her sturdy falsehoods.

"What is that? A rock band from the Nepal Mountains." The woman spoke as she grip the glass of yellow-gold beer more tension. The amount of pressure she put on this cup makes Rose know her skepticism is to be true.

"No... No. I think you know professor. I..." She thought over her words. She knew turning this man over to he who must not be named will earn her so much trust and esteem. The dark lord will fall more into her trap. But killing this man, basically handing him over, will make Dumbledore angry with her. She hopes he never learns about this part of her mission. "Dumbledore sent me to get you. He wants you as his next potion master."

"What... I ah... No. I'm a... I'm a woman. A mug. I regular law-abiding citizen. Now... Please leave..."

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